I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.

For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

A good king is a public servant.

Poets are far rarer birds than kings.

No man is so foolish but may give another good counsel sometimes; and no man is so wise, but may easily err, if he will take no others counsel but his own. But very few men are wise by their own counsel; or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself had a fool to his master.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.